SEC Chapter 39 Live Interview 2 Confessions
Chapter 39 Live Interview 2 Confessions
Song Tang's heart was in a mess. He knew that Fang Hening would fall in love with someone else sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.
What is he going to do, end the agreement directly?To be honest, he couldn't bear it.
It's not over, everyone already has someone they like, how can they accept that their lover is so close to other people?Even if that... the person whose name he didn't know could accept it, he couldn't pass the test in his heart.
But when he thought of ending the agreement, and thinking of keeping a distance from Fang Hening in the future, and maybe gradually alienating him, he couldn't even be a good friend, so he felt very uncomfortable.
His heart was blocked, and his eye sockets became sour, as if those unspeakable sadness and grievances were to be vented here.
When he reached the parking lot, he was about to open the car door when his wrist was grasped—a temperature he was all too familiar with.
He paused, raised his head slightly to ease his emotions, turned around and said quickly: "What are you doing with me? It's not appropriate to leave him alone, right? Sorry, I didn't tell you in advance when I came here today. I will pay attention in the future, absolutely not I will disturb your good business again."
Fang Hening clenched Song Tang's wrist tightly, looked at Song Tang's flushed eyes, and sighed silently.
Just now, he looked so cold and strong, but now, the appearance of not wanting to show his vulnerable side in front of him is even more pitiful.
He explained: "I don't know him, I don't even know his name, and I'm not interested in knowing. He took advantage of the break of the crew to sneak in. There is nothing between me and him. There was nothing before, and there will be nothing in the future." There is no way. Excuse me, where do you start?"
The light in Song Tang's eyes trembled, he knew that he should stop here and just let this go, but his mouth was out of his mind.
He struggled, but didn't break away from Fang Hening's hand. He simply glanced away and said, "You don't have to explain to me. It's your freedom to associate with whom. We are just lovers by agreement. I have no right to interfere with whom you talk to." In love, if you have someone you like, the agreement between us can end immediately."
"Don't worry, we are still friends. If there is something I can help in the future, I will definitely not refuse."
Fang Hening looked at Song Tang's side face, his eyes darkened slightly, and asked, "What are you in a hurry to get rid of?"
Song Tang was dumbfounded, he didn't feel that he was separating the relationship, the relationship between them was like this, they were lovers by agreement, they were friends, what's there to separate?
He said coldly: "That's the truth, I'm just telling you that the agreement doesn't restrict your freedom of love, whoever you like... just go after it, I won't hinder you, as long as you speak out, I will unconditionally terminate the agreement. "
Fang Hening tightened his grip on Song Tang's wrist, and smiled, "You said that."
"I said."
"Okay, got it."
Song Tang frowned, knowing something was wrong, but he didn't catch the strangeness that flashed by. He looked down at Fang Hening's hand holding him, "Let go, I still have something to do."
Fang Hening let go of his hand a little, looked at the red finger marks floating on Song Tang's wrist, rubbed it lightly before letting go completely, and said: "The person just now has left, come back with me? We agreed to have dinner together. "
"No, I have something to do temporarily."
After refusing, Song Tang didn't even look at Fang Hening. After getting in the car, he started the car and left without stopping. Looking at the smaller and smaller figure of the other party in the rearview mirror, until he disappeared after turning the corner, his face was so cold that there was no trace of it. expression.
Two streets away from the film and television base, he pulled over and took a deep breath, but he still couldn't suppress his restlessness.
Finally, he leaned back in the seat, raised his arms to cover his eyes, his lips were tightly pressed, trembling uncontrollably.
There was no sound, only emotions surging in the closed compartment, forcing him to be out of breath.
Thinking of that soft "Brother Ning", he felt that no man could refuse such a coquettish act. If it were him, it would be impossible for him to yell. This is not just a matter of title, but a matter of character He doesn't know how to act coquettishly, even if he likes it, he doesn't know how to express it.
Even if Fang Hening has nothing to do with the person I met today, what about the future?
There are many excellent people in the entertainment industry, and there is no mediocre person who can occupy a place. Everyone is more eloquent than him, more interesting than him, higher in EQ than him, and better at doing things than him. It is only natural that Fang Hening is attracted. Who would like such a boring character like him.
It's normal not to be liked.
What's more, he rejected Fang Hening like that. The other party is easy-going, but it doesn't mean he has no heart.
After a while, Song Tang barely controlled his emotions. He lowered his arms, looked at the wet shirt sleeves, and saw the obvious red marks on his wrists, feeling inexplicable.
After being dazed for a few minutes, he raised his hand to wipe his wet eyes, and repeatedly told himself in his heart that it was okay. He and Fang Hening had both talked about it. Since what he encountered just now was a misunderstanding, it is better to cherish the moment than complaining about himself.
Who knows how long their pact will last, one day is the other.
He just saw his red eyes in the front rearview mirror, and his mood became even more depressed, so he didn't go to the company, and went back to the apartment directly, and he didn't plan to go the next day.
In his current state, he can't get entangled with those bad people and things. He just realized his relationship and faced the terrible situation of falling out of love. He needs some time to adjust.
After adjusting, you can face Fang Hening as usual.
Song Tang was in a bad mood, couldn't sleep and couldn't sleep, so he simply went into the kitchen. He picked up complicated dishes, and he was busy from two or three o'clock in the afternoon to almost nine o'clock in the evening, cooking a table full.
And when he sat at the table, he had no appetite at all, and he didn't even want to move his chopsticks.
After thinking about it, he called Qiao Yang next door over for dinner.
Qiao Yang was not surprised when he was called over to have a meal together. He enjoys eating together, and Song Tang would sometimes call him to join him, but seeing today's big table of sumptuous dishes, he still felt something was wrong.
He sat down opposite Song Tang, and asked, "Even if you are a prophet and know that I haven't eaten yet, you don't need to make so much to treat me? I can't finish both."
Song Tang still didn't move his chopsticks. Although he felt a little relieved after finishing all the work, it was still a drop in the bucket, "You count as much as you eat."
Qiao Yang raised her eyebrows, and asked while eating, "If you have any troubles, you can tell me if you want, it's better to say it than to be bored in your heart."
Song Tang looked fine, but if you look carefully, you can see through this cold and calm shell the loss and sadness inside. Even if you don't say some emotions, there will still be some emotions in your eyes.
Song Tang shook his head and fell silent.
Qiao Yang didn't urge him, he only saw how much he could see, Song Tang must feel even more uncomfortable, the other party asked him to eat first, and eat slowly, and when he finished eating, he put down his chopsticks and sat across from him for a long time without moving Only people speak.
Song Tang looked at Qiao Yang, but didn't seem to look at it at all, and said to himself: "Actually, it's nothing. Some things are not mine after all. It's a good thing to see clearly earlier, and it's good for both parties."
Qiao Yang intuitively felt that this matter had something to do with Fang Hening, so this was tricky.
He thought for a while, and said in a general way: "If you haven't fought for it, how do you know it's not yours? What's more, if it was yours in the first place, because you don't want to lose it yourself, when you know it's like this in the future, you will regret it." I can't get it back."
Song Tang didn't think so, it wasn't his in the first place.
If it weren't for the agreement, he and Fang Hening wouldn't have had any contact, and he should be content to get to this point.
Some things were preordained long ago. His social fear created his character and affected his interactions with people around him.
Even now that Fang Hening is by his side, his symptoms of social phobia have been alleviated, but the character that has been formed long ago is difficult to change.
He shook his head and said nothing more.
So be it.
Qiao Yang returned to his apartment, thought about it and sent Fang Hening a message, but the result was beyond his expectation.
The other party thanked him, and then asked him to remind Song Tang to watch the webcast at 08:30 tomorrow night.
He knew that this live show had a good reputation. Although it was broadcast live on the Internet, there were no stars on TV.
But over the years, he has accumulated a lot of good reputation by daring to speak out, not being afraid of things, and being able to take on things.
But this has nothing to do with Fang Hening.
Let alone a live interview, Fang Hening has never accepted any interviews before, even if he just answered a few simple sentences. Everyone in the industry knows that Fang Hening is low-key, but this time he suddenly accepted a live interview. There are tricks... wait.
Thinking of Song Tang, he immediately understood.
He couldn't help laughing, well, Song Tang is still standing there to back off, and Yingdi Fang is ready for countermeasures, tomorrow night at 08:30?
He's looking forward to it now.
Song Tang didn't eat at night, went to bed early, but fell asleep after tossing and turning half the night, and slept very restlessly, and dreamed about the time after his parents' plane crash.
Helpless, alone, how small the house was, how small he was, the cold wind in the hall was like ghosts crying and wolves howling—that was a period of time that he didn't want to recall.
At five o'clock in the morning, he woke up from a nightmare and sat up abruptly. In the darkness, his pajamas were soaked in cold sweat and stuck to his body, and waves of chills climbed up his back. It was a heart-warming chill.
His face was stiff, and he sat for a long time before lying down again. He hooked the lop-eared rabbit into his arms and hugged him. He stared at the other little rabbit doll leaning on the bed, and sighed silently.
It's almost useless.
And after this nightmare, he couldn't sleep anymore. When he woke up the next morning, he ate something, but his mood was still at the bottom and he couldn't get up.
He set a time for himself for one day, tomorrow will be better at the latest, and he can't go on like this forever.It was supposed to be posted tonight, but before he could tell Fang Hening to postpone it, the other party said that he would not be here beforehand, so he agreed without asking a single question.
It's too normal to have something, who would not have a normal social life like him.
After a day of confusion, he thought about going to bed early and trying to get more sleep.
After taking a shower, he poured another half a glass of the fruit wine that Fang Hening gave him a few days ago, intending to take a few sips to ease his emotions. He went back to the bedroom and sat down by the bed. He picked up his phone, and as soon as he unlocked it, he saw the message from Qiao Yang. The content of the message made him frown slightly.
It's a reposted video.
The other party asked him to watch it no matter what. If he didn't agree, he would ring his doorbell until he agreed to watch it.
He doesn't like to join in the fun, but Qiao Yang knows it but insists on it... something is wrong.
He replied that he would take a look, then gently swung his wine glass, started the video with some hesitation, and was immediately stunned.
Live interview?Fang Hening?These eight poles can't be fought, how did they get mixed together? !
After zooming the video to full screen, Song Tang stared at Fang Hening. The other party was wearing a dark blue shirt with the neckline slightly open and the sleeves slightly rolled up. He was in a very relaxed and leisurely state.
He subconsciously clasped his phone tightly, wondering what Fang Hening was doing, why he suddenly changed his low-key style and accepted an interview, which was still in the form of a live broadcast.
He glanced at the ever-increasing number of viewers. It's only been 10 minutes, and the cumulative number is tens of millions——
It seems that Actor Fang's low-key is low-key, but his first interview is still eye-catching and quite appealing.
Most of the host's questions were about the work, and there was nothing sensitive about it, so while watching the interview, he touched the tablet and looked at it. Fang Hening's studio made an announcement on the whole network in the afternoon, but he didn't notice it.
In addition, he also checked this program, and he has a rough idea, as long as it's not just messing around.
He put down the tablet, took a sip of the fruit wine anxiously, and focused on the live broadcast.
Watching Fang Hening and the host answering smoothly and freely, Song Tang and You Rongyan, some people said that Fang Yingdi's refusal to accept the interview was because of his emotional intelligence.
There is no script, and I dare to say that it is the biggest selling point of this live interview.
The more he looked at him, the more he felt that he was wise. If he gave up early, he and Fang Hening were not suitable. As for the sadness in his heart, let him digest it slowly later.
It's just that when the live broadcast reached the last three routine questions, I started to get nervous when I heard the first Song Tang. These three questions have no rules to follow, and usually they are going to hit the spot - directly occupying the front row of hot searches kind of.
He held the wine glass tightly, held his breath, and there was an indescribable emotion flowing silently in his heart.
The first question: "Excuse me, does Actor Fang have someone he likes?"
"Have."
The second question: "Does he know that you like him?"
"know."
The third question: "Have you made a formal confession?"
"It's now."
"Whoa, please go on—"
Song Tang's breathing almost stopped, the camera was aimed at Fang Hening, and his eyes seemed to be facing each other across the screen. The panic and anticipation in his heart were mixed into unspeakable complex emotions, and he couldn't imagine what the other party would say.
Fear of what the other person will say.
"I like a person, but he doesn't believe in my feelings. Even though he likes me, he refuses to face it. Today, I take this opportunity to tell him... I like him, and my feelings for him are not temporary Rise, but a liking based on mutual understanding and recognition, I hope he can give me a chance."
"So, is it convenient for Fang to tell everyone the name of this lucky guy?"
Seeing Fang Hening paused for a moment and then raised the corners of his lips, Song Tang was no longer in the mood to pay attention to the frantically refreshed real-time comment area, and all his attention was firmly grasped by the people on the screen.
This is so, how can it be like this? !
How could Fang Hening blatantly confess his love in the live broadcast watched by tens of millions of people, obviously... He had already made up his mind, yet he wanted to disturb his mind.
Hearing his name pronounced in an extremely familiar voice and tone, Song Tang's eyes trembled, and the wine glass in his hand dropped when the two syllables fell.
The clear wine soaked the carpet, and the smudged water marks seemed to be Song Tang's state of mind at the moment, which was boundless and scattered.
But the live broadcast over there is still going on.
The host thought about it: "Mr. Fang, everyone in the circle knows that the young president of the Song Company doesn't have a good reputation."
Fang Hening was calm and explained: "He did mess around in the past, but he has changed a lot recently. It's almost a two-point line between the company and his family. Everyone around him can testify that the company's affairs are dedicated, and although he treats people coldly. A little bit, but very caring, as long as you get along with him, you will know that he is completely different from before."
"He has a very good temperament now. I like it very much. As the saying goes, don't treat him with admiration for three days. I hope everyone can let go of the inherent impression of the past and get to know him again."
"I hope everyone will take care of him when he was wrong before, and give him a chance. The future will be long, and slowly you will know how good he is now and how worthy of liking he is."
The host was quite surprised. He glanced at the frantically refreshing and scrolling comments on the screen of the live broadcast, cleared his throat, and didn't dare to dig deeper, "Mr. Fang's vision is obvious to all, let us wait and see. Finally, may I ask Mr. Fang what else is there?" Is there anything you want to say?"
Fang Hening chuckled, and was quite satisfied with the host of Shangdao.
He looked at the camera, the light in his dark eyes was gentle and firm, as if he saw Song Tang watching the live broadcast through the camera.
After five seconds of silence, he said slowly: "For me, it doesn't matter where he came from, or what he was like before. He is now—here, beside me, and we have mutual feelings for each other. is the most important."
Song Tang stared at the phone screen. After Fang Hening's words, the host took over the conversation and came to the end, but he could no longer hear what the other party was saying, and his eyes were only filled with the people he was thinking about.
After the live broadcast ended, he still didn't recover.
He knew that Fang Hening's words were responding to the problems between them, whether it was the previous confession or the last sentence.
The liking for him is not a whim, praise him for his good temperament now, and don't care where he comes from... He heard mixed feelings in his heart, and he couldn't tell whether it was bitter or sweet.
Maybe both.
He put down his phone with a serious expression. Fang Hening was clearly a foul, and he didn't play the cards according to the rules. Why did he choose to broadcast his confession live? Isn't this sending the other party to the cusp of the storm with his own hands?
He used to be so low-key, but now he has suddenly changed his style. This alone is enough to be a gimmick, let alone confession, and the object of the confession is him, a sea king with a criminal record. With multiple buffs stacked, it is impossible not to cause an uproar.
Thinking of what Fang Hening said, he couldn't help showing a trace of sadness in his eyes. Fang Hening has a keen insight into emotions. The other party likes him and has also noticed his feelings.
He thought he had hidden it well enough, but in the eyes of the other party, it was probably just a cover-up.
Song Tang was cutting and arranging and messing around, when the WeChat notification sounded, he glanced, it was Qiao Yang.
He frowned slightly, ignoring the momentary loss in his heart, and replied: "Did you remind me to watch it because he told you?"
"That's true, but I really don't know what he's going to do."
Song Tang breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't mean to blame Qiao Yang. The other party didn't know what was going on between him and Fang Hening. "I just don't know how to face it."
"He said clearly that he likes you now. If you have the same feelings for him, give him a chance? Give yourself a chance too."
Song Tang's fingers hovered on the screen, and he didn't know what to reply for a moment. Fortunately, Qiao Yang didn't seem to be waiting for him to reply, and continued talking by himself.
"Actually, I shouldn't say more about feelings, but from my perspective as a bystander, you both have feelings for each other, why don't you continue to try everywhere?"
"I don't know what you are worried about. Ask yourself, which one is lighter and which one is heavier than Fang Hening?"
"If you really like him, and it's really for his own good, go try it out, why back off?"
Song Tang looked at Qiao Yang's successive messages and frowned, "I don't want to drag him down and waste his time."
"Let's not say whether your idea is right or not. First of all, it's all your own idea. Have you ever asked him what he thinks?"
Song Tang was stunned, as if this was really the case?After understanding his feelings, he directly and unilaterally sentenced this relationship to death, never considering what Fang Hening thought.
However, in the final analysis, he still has a long list of questions and uncertainties in his mind.
"Song Tang, he probably didn't think of leaving a way out for himself when he publicly confessed. Doesn't this prove that he is sincere? It's not just talking casually."
Song Tang was slightly stunned, silent for a while, thanked him, and said that he would think about it carefully.
After putting down the phone, he was full of thoughts, and he couldn't figure it out for a while. He repeatedly thought about Qiao Yang's words. What the other party said made sense, but he had a lot of worries and lacked courage and trust in feelings.
Even... Even if Fang Hening is sincere to him, can he really accept and deal with love?Does he really not mess up?
Because I don't trust feelings and myself, I'm afraid of being hurt, and because I'm worried about bad results, I don't even want to start.
He refused so bluntly, even with the slight possibility of leading to happiness, and he didn't even think about trying. To put it bluntly, he was cowardly, and he didn't believe that there would be a good future between him and Fang Hening.
If he gets it and then loses it, will he be able to accept such a situation?Can he still maintain a seemingly peaceful life like he is now?
Everything is unknown.
And he didn't dare to gamble, the bet was too big, so big that he wasn't sure if he could bear it.
Song Tang didn't have the time to clean up the wine stains on the carpet. After an unknown amount of time, he was startled by the sudden ringing of the doorbell.
After quieting down, the phone vibrated twice immediately. He glanced and saw that it was Fang Hening who said he was outside. If he didn't answer, he would come in directly.
He stood up abruptly, gripped the phone tightly, wanted to reply, but didn't know how to reply.
He didn't think about it clearly now, and he didn't really want to see Fang Hening, but... there was another voice in the deepest part of his heart calling out again and again, wanting to meet.
He was still hesitating, but the sound of the apartment door opening brought him back to his senses. He approached the closed bedroom door, but he still didn't open it to go out.
He bit his lip, Fang Hening was helpless.
The other party is stronger than him in emotional insight, and stronger in action, especially in emotion, and does not give him the slightest time to hesitate——
In other words, he had been given room to think for himself before today.
The apartment was dark, only the night that leaked in from the balcony of the living room cast a little radiance on the ground. Fang Hening did not turn on the light, and walked slowly to the door of the bedroom. He knew that Song Tang must have watched the live broadcast, and he must not have seen it now. sleep.
Looking at the slight light in the gap under the master bedroom door, he smiled silently, wanting to hide?
No chance.
If Song Tang hasn't realized his own feelings, it's because he hasn't done enough, and he doesn't mind taking it slow, but since he has understood it, and he is avoiding it directly, there is no need to wait any longer.
Song Tang retreated, he couldn't let the other party retreat.
He leaned against the door, and after standing still, he said leisurely, "Song Tang, you just said that I will go after whoever I like, you won't forget that."
After a door, Fang Hening's voice was still clear, mixed with an obvious smile. Song Tang listened, paused, since he had confessed, there was nothing to hide, and he said immediately: "I mean someone else , except for me, you are just pretending to be confused!"
If you insist on embarrassing him with his words, he doesn't believe that the other party didn't understand at that time.
"But I don't like anyone else except you. You are the first person who made me willing to say I like you. Song Tang, I know you have concerns, but at least you can consider giving me a chance. If you don't care about me No emotion, I wouldn't do something like this tonight."
Public confession... Song Tang didn't need to look to know that the Internet must be blown up. He lowered his eyes and didn't speak.
Fang Hening sighed slightly, raised his hand and pressed against the door, as if this would allow him to get closer to the people inside the door.
He patiently said: "What are you worried about? Worrying that I don't really like you, worrying that I'm just playing with you, or worrying that my social fear will affect our relationship?"
Song Tang remained silent, what Fang Hening said...everything was accurately stepped on his psychological defense line.